Su Xuefeng, Do You Regret It?

At the same time, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of Su Zhenglong, who stood blocking Su Xuefeng's path.

He immediately retorted, "Father, many guests at this Birthday Banquet are watching you. Are you not afraid of being ridiculed by the world? Are you not afraid of losing face throughout all of Yunye City?"

At this moment, the shock in Su Zhenglong's heart regarding Sikong Jing was beyond measure.

Yet, he was also keenly aware that while Su Xuefeng's words sounded grand—speaking of a battle to decide life and death—that was only true for Sikong Jing and his own family.

If Su Shan were to be defeated, he certainly wouldn't die; Su Xuefeng, Su Zhengtao, and the entire Su Clan would undoubtedly intervene to protect him.

In the Su Clan, there was no such thing as fairness for his family!

Su Xuefeng's expression turned hideous. He had never dreamed that Sikong Jing would be this strong, nor had he expected Su Shan to be defeated.

"What could possibly be more shameful to me than your family?"

He certainly could not allow Su Shan to be killed, so he roared at Sikong Jing, "Sheathe your blade immediately and hand over your Wild Blade Rampage. Perhaps then I will stop holding today's events against you."

As these words left his lips, the entire hall silently cursed Su Xuefeng for his shamelessness; Su Shan had lost, yet he still sought to forcibly seize the young man's battle technique.

However, Sikong Jing smiled. "Su Xuefeng, do you know what martial technique was carved into the Green Jade Slate I gave to Lu Zhao?"

Sikong Jing's voice drifted softly through the surrounding area.

For some reason, Su Xuefeng felt a sudden panic, a nameless terror gripping his heart.

The hall fell silent, the mocking whispers ceasing. Many even looked at Sikong Jing with anticipation; the Wild Blade Rampage technique had already left them incomparably stunned.

What, then, could be the martial technique within the second Green Jade Slate?

The guests were filled with expectation.

"The battle techniques of the Great Shang military are both direct and devious. The second set is the Piercing Rock Three Swords of the Assassination Battalion."

Sikong Jing's voice rang out once more, and then he moved.

The heavy blade in his hand suddenly dropped to the ground with a clatter. His figure appeared eerily before Su Zhengtao, and no one knew when he had come to hold a thin chopstick in his hand.

Su Zhengtao was startled and roared in a low voice, "Criminal, die!"

He struck out with a blade, but he slashed at empty air.

Sikong Jing's voice sounded from behind him: "The Piercing Rock Three Swords is a technique for assassination—unpredictable and mysterious. With your cultivation at the eighth level of the Dark Realm, you cannot see it clearly."

As the voice faded, Su Zhengtao whirled around, his tiger-like eyes bulging. "Beast, stop!"

Sikong Jing's chopstick was already pressed against the center of Su Shan's brow. If he pushed it forward even an inch, Su Shan would have no chance of survival.

Because of this, Su Zhengtao could only roar, not daring to act rashly.

The entire hall watched this scene with mouths agape, staring at one another in disbelief.

This was the martial technique from the second Green Jade Slate, the Piercing Rock Three Swords, yet no one had been able to track his movements just now.

But how could an assassination technique be so easily perceived?

Su Shan had not only been defeated—he had been utterly crushed in a duel between juniors, left without the strength to resist. Even with Su Zhengtao intervening, he could not block the killer move of this criminal. It was terrifying.

"Su Zhenglong, get out of the way!"

Over there, Su Xuefeng's true energy surged violently as he prepared to break through Su Zhenglong's blockade, roaring, "Criminal, if you dare to kill Xiaoshan, I will surely hack your entire family into ten thousand pieces!"

Su Zhenglong gritted his teeth. In truth, he did not want Sikong Jing to kill Su Shan.

But he could not let Su Xuefeng pass, or Sikong Jing would undoubtedly die.

Pfft...

The next instant, a cold, indifferent smile curled the corners of Sikong Jing's mouth. The chopstick in his hand flashed, piercing straight into the center of Su Shan's brow. With a soft pfft, blood splattered!

Su Shan's eyes widened, and he breathed his last before he could even utter a sound.

He had returned in triumph, believing himself to be a Heavenly Pride even greater than Su Zhenglong, yet in the blink of an eye, he had died at the hands of Sikong Jing.

Thud!

Collapsing heavily to the ground, Su Shan stared at the ceiling of the hall, his eyes wide with the resentment of an unavenged death.

The hall fell silent once more—a terrifying, deathly stillness.

In the distance, Su Yuexi covered her mouth, her eyes fixed on her husband, who seemed so ruthless and unyielding.

Mei Xiaofang trembled violently, her mouth agape in a daze. She had never imagined that Sikong Jing would truly dare to kill Su Shan.

Su Zhenglong's gaze also froze. Not only did he not want Sikong Jing to kill Su Shan, but he had also assumed Sikong Jing wouldn't do it, as it would thoroughly enrage Su Xuefeng.

It would also leave no room for reconciliation between his family and Su Xuefeng.

Yet, Sikong Jing had once again defied his expectations, killing him outright without a shred of mercy.

The entire hall was stunned. Su Shan, who had just been hailed as the one to dominate Yunye City after Su Zhenglong, was dead—thoroughly dead!

"Xiaoshan!"

Su Zhengtao snapped out of his shock, let out a wild roar, and lunged toward Su Shan.

At the same time, Su Xuefeng's hair stood on end. He shoved the dazed Su Zhenglong aside and rushed forward as well.

By this time, Sikong Jing had already returned to Su Yuexi's side without anyone noticing.

Coming to his senses, Su Zhenglong abruptly stepped in front of the three of them, staring intensely at the howling and raving Su Xuefeng and Su Zhengtao.

Su Zhenglong's heart hammered against his chest; it was truly going to be father against son, a fight to the death with no turning back.

"Criminal, I'm going to kill you!"

After confirming that Su Shan was thoroughly dead, Su Zhengtao stood up like a madman, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Sikong Jing.

Su Xuefeng held Su Shan's corpse horizontally in his arms, his entire body trembling, before he suddenly roared, "Someone, come here! Someone!"

Clatter, clatter...

All the elites of the Su Clan rushed out, surrounding Su Zhenglong and the four others.

Su Zhenglong's heart shuddered, then he closed his eyes and said, "Jing, take Yuexi and your mother-in-law and run. I'll hold them off here."

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Yuexi's entire body shook. "Father."

If her father stayed behind, he would certainly not survive; he was trying to leave a path of survival for her and Jing Gege.

At the same time, Mei Xiaofang's voice rang out, laced with tears, "Husband, I want to stay and be with you."

Su Zhenglong gazed at the wife who had never abandoned him over the past ten years, the woman with a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and ultimately nodded.

If they were to die, then they would die together.

"Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, none of us are going to die."

Sikong Jing's upright and powerful voice rang out. Since he dared to kill Su Shan, he naturally had the confidence to protect this family.

Su Zhenglong and his wife instinctively looked toward him. In such a situation, how could it possibly be resolved?

In fact, Sikong Jing had many ways to break the deadlock.

For instance, he could ask the surrounding guests if they wanted the two sets of martial arts techniques he had just displayed.

Or, he could take down Su Zhengtao and use his life to threaten Su Xuefeng; the Piercing Rock Three Swords were more than enough to make Su Zhengtao a hostage.

Thus, Sikong Jing stepped forward calmly and asked indifferently, "Su Xuefeng, do you have any regrets?"

"Even if you had felt a shred of remorse when you saw Grandmother Yuexi, Su Shan would not have died."

Just as Sikong Jing had said, the moment the statue of Grandmother Yuexi was destroyed, it was as if Su Xuefeng had killed Su Shan with his own hands.

At that moment, Sikong Jing knew clearly that Su Xuefeng was beyond saving.

Even if he had spared Su Shan's life, this old man would never have felt a shred of gratitude; there would only have been endless trouble to follow.